Chapter Twenty-Eight: Luxury Cars Like Rain! (Second Update)

Xia Ning’s voice, shrill and trembling with fury, pierced through the private chamber. The middle-aged man standing behind her hurriedly bent forward in apology. “Please calm your anger, Miss. If we fail to bring back Mr. Jiang today, I, together with all of the Xia family, am prepared to accept any punishment.”

It had been years since Xia Ning, ever poised and unflappable, had lost her composure so completely—her elegant reputation as the eldest daughter of the Xia family was all but forgotten. The man, drenched in cold sweat, turned and left the room. Words were cheap; actions mattered now. All he could do was beg and plead to somehow persuade Mr. Jiang—that living Buddha—to return.

But who was this Mr. Jiang, that even an heiress as noble as Xia Ning would treat him with such caution?

Once the man had left, Xia Ning, unsettled, picked up her phone and dialed. “Father, Mr. Jiang was pushed away by that brat Xia Shenghui. What should we do now?”

There was a sharp clink as a wineglass fell to the floor on the other end.

A long silence followed, minutes ticking by before Xia Housheng’s voice, thick with suppressed rage, broke through. “If you can’t bring back Master Jiang today, I’ll destroy that kid Xia Shenghui myself. Tell him to prepare a formal apology—three kneelings and nine kowtows, bearing thorns in repentance before Master Jiang. And if even that doesn’t appease him, I’ll toss his whole family into Linghai to feed the fish.”

Xia Ning ended the call, a bitter smile twisting her lips. She murmured to herself, “I’m sorry, Jiang Yu. It was my negligence. How can I ever make it right?”

…

After leaving the Silkyway Hotel, Jiang Yu wandered the streets, hands clasped behind his back, pausing here and there to observe the city. Joy and sorrow no longer touched him; if some random riffraff could sway his emotions, what had the last six thousand years been for? More importantly, once the Xia family learned what had transpired at the hotel, they would move heaven and earth to bring him back.

But they never understood: it’s easy to send away a god, but impossible to invite one back. Jiang Yu’s word was gold—he had declared he would not return, and so he would not. Now he was curious to see how the Xia family would handle this mess.

“Rarely have I lived so leisurely since my rebirth. With the impatience for cultivation gone, I can finally see how much the mortal world has changed. The dilapidated buildings of the last century have all been replaced with towering skyscrapers.”

“It’s been ages since I traveled freely. Since I have the time, why not wander the world of men? It will add to my experiences before I step into the extraordinary. Without experiencing the mortal realm, how can one truly understand it? There’s so much here to yearn for—friendship, parental love…”

“If cultivation means abandoning all these things—becoming heartless and detached—what is the point? Even with immortality, facing the vast, endless universe day after day, devoid of warmth, laughter, or the seven emotions, even a golden immortal would be driven to madness.”

These thoughts brought Jiang Yu a faint smile.

He recalled the ancient era, when the Supreme Sect practiced the True Demon Emotionless Scripture. That technique was bold and unparalleled, famed as a combative path, severing all feelings—even life and death could be discarded at a whim. It was precisely this uncompromising spirit that allowed the Supreme Sect to triumph again and again, rising from the ashes. In less than a few centuries, the Emotionless Path dominated the ancient world, invincible.

But disciples who wished to cultivate the True Demon Emotionless Scripture had to kill their own parents to prove their resolve, extinguishing all attachments and forging an immortal heart with indestructible demonic power.

Bearing countless sins, they forged the deathless heart.

Within that sect, disciples slaughtered and devoured one another, so their numbers were always few—never more than a few dozen at their peak.

“If I hadn’t slain the True Demon Patriarch, perhaps the Supreme Sect would have reigned for centuries longer.”

Jiang Yu shook his head lightly and wandered into a bustling food stall, ordering several dishes and some wine.

It was the hour when Yun City’s office workers came out to relax and unwind—shirtless men played drinking games, laughter ringing through the air. Compared to the lively crowd, Jiang Yu’s table seemed rather solitary.

Baota Road, known as the city’s premier food street, offered every delicacy imaginable. While the ingredients here were not as rare as those from Xia Ning’s birthday banquet, the flavors were enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

Just as Jiang Yu was about to eat, a black Mercedes S600 business sedan wove through the slow-moving crowd and stopped at the entrance to the food stall.

“What the hell? Who drives a car into the packed food street?”

“Yeah, just because you own a Mercedes doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!”

Dissatisfied voices rose up one after another.

But when they saw who stepped out of the car, many were struck dumb with shock.

“Shut up—don’t say another word.”

“Why not? What’s he going to do, come over and hit me?”

“Watch your mouth. That’s one of the Xia family.”

Some in the crowd recognized them.

“Which Xia family?”

“Which one do you think?”

After a stunned pause, someone gasped, “The Xia family from Jiangbei?”

Under countless stares, the middle-aged man who’d stepped out of the car scanned the area and finally fixed his gaze on the young man drinking alone.

It was bizarre—what was someone from the powerful Jiangbei Xia family doing in a noisy, chaotic food street like this?

People wondered in their hearts.

But the next scene stunned everyone.

The well-dressed man strode up to the youth, dropped to one knee, and announced loudly, “Xia Zhong, at the command of the young lady, invites Mr. Jiang to return to the banquet!”

Behind him, four bodyguards dressed as secretaries also knelt halfway to the ground.

Gasps erupted from the crowd; people stood up in disbelief, rubbing their eyes to make sure they weren’t seeing things.

Heavens, was the world going mad? The Xia family, kneeling before a young man in humility?

Those who recognized the Xia family were struck dumb, as if in a dream.

Xia Zhong, sweating profusely, spoke with utmost caution. “Mr. Jiang, Miss Xia Ning did not receive you properly. We beg you to return—the Xia family will give you a satisfactory explanation.”

Jiang Yu didn’t even glance at Xia Zhong. His voice was cool and detached. “I said, once I left, I wouldn’t return easily. Do you think you can make me break my word?”

Xia Zhong shuddered in fear. This was the very person who had sent Miss Xia Ning into a rage; he didn’t know who Jiang Yu was, but he dared not offend him.

“Mr. Jiang, before I came, I gave my word to Miss Xia Ning—if I can’t bring you back, I’ll lead the Xia family to accept punishment.”

Jiang Yu chuckled. “Oh? And what does that have to do with me? You think you can ask me to come and go at your whim—as if I have no temper and am easy to order around?”

Xia Zhong shook his head quickly. “You misunderstand, Mr. Jiang. This happened because of our poor hospitality—it’s our fault. If you refuse, we deserve punishment.”

“It seems this is the only way.”

With that, Xia Zhong pulled out his phone.

Jiang Yu’s smile grew. “Are you threatening me?”

Xia Zhong gritted his teeth and made the call. “Bring everyone here. I’ve found Mr. Jiang. All of you come and apologize until his anger is appeased.”

Hanging up, Xia Zhong returned to the car and took out a locked suitcase.

Under everyone’s curious stares, he opened it—inside was a mountain of cash, no less than a million. He turned to the food stall owner. “Boss, we’re reserving the place. Please clear it out.”

The boss’s jaw dropped, wide enough to fit an egg. The surrounding crowd was just as stunned.

“Is it not enough?” Xia Zhong frowned.

“One moment, I’ll get more,” the boss nearly burst into tears, waving his hands frantically. “It’s enough, it’s enough—please, don’t scare me. My heart can’t take it.”

Within minutes, the stall was forcibly cleared. Any who resisted were picked up like chicks by the burly boss, who smiled apologetically. “Sorry, you saw it—they paid a million to clear the place.”

No one left, though. They clustered around the entrance, layer upon layer, a dark mass of people.

Thousands of eyes focused on the serene youth, who seemed oblivious, quietly eating and drinking alone.

About twenty minutes passed.

Fifty or sixty well-dressed men and women pushed their way through the crowd toward the food stall. The street was so packed with people that their cars couldn’t get through.

So an extraordinary spectacle unfolded.

At the entrance, a parade of luxury cars—Mercedes S600s, BMW 7-series, Bentleys, Ferraris—lined up. From each step out men in business suits, exuding success, and women in office attire, tall and elegant, sheer stockings gleaming beneath their skirts, high heels clicking as they forced their way forward.

More than seventy people arrived, their faces anxious.

“Mr. Jiang, please return!”

“Mr. Jiang, please return!”

Seventy voices bowed in synchrony, bending at a perfect right angle, their chorus ringing out in unison.

The diners around them erupted with excitement.

What a spectacle—what a marvel!

“Who is that young man? This is insane!”

And then, more news came from the entrance.

A Lamborghini arrived…

A Rolls Royce Phantom arrived…

A Mercedes G-Class arrived…

…

At the top floor of Silkyway Hotel, Xia Shenghui was surrounded, a smug smile on his lips.

Trying to challenge me? I could crush you with a word.

Jiang Shaoqi, Zheng Xuan, and Han Chen clustered around him, showering him with endless praise.

Xia Shenghui raised his head with pride, basking in their admiration.

In a corner, Jiang Ziyue sat alone on the sofa, lips pursed. “Did I go too far? I embarrassed Jiang Yu in front of everyone. He asked if even I wanted him gone—he valued my opinion, and maybe my answer was what made him truly leave.”

“I’m sorry, Jiang Yu. I was just afraid you’d bring trouble to the Jiang family. I’m really sorry…”

Guilt overwhelmed her.

At that moment, Xia Shenghui’s phone rang.

It was his father.

As he answered, the smile froze on his lips.

June’s heat should have been stifling, but he felt as if he’d fallen into an ice cellar, trembling from head to toe.

In an instant, his expensive Vertu phone slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

It was over.

His legs buckled; if Jiang Shaoqi hadn’t caught him, he would have collapsed on the spot.

“Mister Xia, what happened?”